Being me…



                                  Each moment...

                                                   Each day...

                                                           You grow, like everyone I see...

                                      I notice how you change...

                                                                            But never did I...

                                              Do you know why...

                                                                    Probably, you don’t...

                                    Yes, all I can do is cry...

                                                                            So do you...

                                                     But our tears are different...

                                          My tears are just blood...

                                                                That is all, that seeps...

                                                          From my eyes, otherwise so bright...

                                               As I cry...

                                                                                 Be scared of me...

                                                                       But pity me too...
 
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                                  Because I am...

                                                 Alone...

                                                                          I am a...

                                                     Vampire...

Christmas is all around me!



I feel it in my fingers,
I feel it in my toes,
Christmas is all around me,
and so the feeling grows

It's written in the wind,
It's everywhere I go,
So if you really love Christmas,
C'mon and let it snow?

You know I love Christmas
I always will
My mind's made up
The way that I feel
There's no beginning
There'll be no end
Cuz on Christmas,
You can depend 

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You gave your presents to me
And I gave mine to you
I need Santa beside me
In everything I do

You know I love Christmas
I always will
My mind's made up
The way that I feel
There's no beginning
There'll be no end
Cuz on Christmas,
You can depend

Cuz on Christmas,
You can depend

It's written on the wind
It's everywhere I go
So if you really love me
C'mon and let it snow?
C'mon and let it snow?
So if you really love
C'mon and let it
If you really love me
C'mon and let it
Now if you really love me
C'mon and let it snow?

I should’ve said no, really.



Those fine, rich lips moved towards my ear, "Come, let’s go!"
    No, I said.

She kept speaking, words burrowed like little whispering love-dreams into my brain, "I will show you the universe. You have to come with me to know, what you’ve missed all this while."
    I said No, yet again. But my heart-beats were too strong to be ignored.

"I can play you the tune of love!"
     “No!” Despite my refusal I knew I was getting drawn to her.

"Don’t you want to see how the sunshine glitters off sand on far-flung beaches…"
      No, I tried to be firm.

"...as the sun leaves the sky!"
      "No!" I almost shouted.

Twitching her lips, she smiled, "Tell me are you scared of committing a sin?"
    No, not really.

"What scares you, then?"
     Frowned, I  told her how I'm scared of being burnt by the copper that reflects in her hair."

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"So," A vicious smile bloomed upon her lips, "you think I’ll harm you?"
     "Naah, not at all”

She pressed even closer to my ear, those luscious lips whispered her final thought, compelling enough, "Then just come with me now..."

      I just kept my eyes for the next few moments and could feel my life suddenly getting sucked out of me.

She just smiled.

      No. I really should have said No.

“..Luscious lips,
And so beautiful,
And when she smiles,
Those eyes reflecting love,
That pretty smile,
Like that last ray of sunshine,
It makes the heart beat faster!

Love, the dew that falls on both nettles and lilies!


     Anam calls him a a writer, a poet. But in reality Arjun is just a dream-weaver with too many thoughts in his mind. He never believed being in love, just pretending but kept writing about it.

“When our lips touch,
It’s not just a smile,
Not any dream ,
Or even breathing,
...
I just live!”

    Anam had to say goodbye even though her heart was beating weak against her emotion-filled chest. With every drop of blood that ran through her veins, her wrists felt tensed; but she stayed back, back. Her breastbone felt caged – her heartbeats shouting out loud like a murderer begging for mercy.

“No, I never was in love.
And you thought, I wouldn’t know
The feeling?
My body is alive, soul dead;
My eyes are dry, tears dried.”

I wonder —

Now when Anam is gone he gradually breaks down. A thunder inside his throat, trying to swallow lightning. He couldn’t feel anything anymore, shivering with cold; she took the sun with her when she left leaving him frozen. The warmth of love is no more, she is around him no more.

“As I lie sleepless,
Late at night or the early of morning,
I can hear my heart is singing screaming for her.”

Arjun hated himself for never being true enough to speak the truth and to tell her the love, he always felt for Anam.

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I remember her eyes singing to me,
See you soon up there among the stars."

Arjun could never sleep, but just kept dreaming

“Yes, as they say poets do make good liars.”

You and me, in paradise!



I always knew this would happen,
But never so early!
She is at a breathing-distance,
Looked gorgeous.
Subtle and warm,
I know it's coming
I sense it happening!
Her softness pressed against mine
Her lips sparks mine
She gives into my desires
Realised how much I craved for her.
Intensifies,
Our wishes saw no end then,
But it had to.
And it does, reluctantly!

 
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Souls touched through our lips,
She wraps herself up with me.
Our first kiss,
Beautiful.

Sports betting online – a growing phenomenon.

Sportsbook, a joint or common-meeting place for people who can place money/bet on different sports, from golf to martial arts; from football to horse-racing, and any sports that one can think of.  One can bet through different methods which depends on the sport and the type of game.

One of the most prevalent method booking is online sports betting. Internet sportsbooks industry may have companies with fraudulent operations and no intention of paying their customers while there are companies which are honest and has an array of experts updated with all the match statistics and providing complete transparency.

One interesting thing I noticed about some sports booking website is their innovative application, where you can get an idea abut your chances of winning  - ‘Bets Calculator’. It is simple, effective and really easy to use for anyone and everyone.

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And don’t forget chilled beers, they improve your senses!

I’ve been loving you for too long.


I was five and you were four. My Mum remembers how it was such a bother when we had Play-dates because you would take my chocolate and mash it all over your face and your skirt but could never eat a bite.

...

I was nine and you were eight. I looked for a rose to give it to you. I couldn't find any, so I went to our neighbor’s garden and picked a flower instead. No, the bee that flower had wasn’t intentional. And you caught an Allergy. And you blamed me for it.

...

I was fourteen and you were thirteen. You went to some Convent girls' school. You asked me to kiss you on your lips, and you wouldn't tell my father about the chocolates and the cookies you helped me steal from that bakery shop;
but why did you kiss me back.

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...

I was eighteen and you were seventeen. Even when I was about to catch that train to move to a different city for my college, I tried calling and telling you but it said ‘The number you are trying to call is busy’. And I had no patience.

...

I'm twenty-seven and you're twenty-six, but now I've got a girl who loves me, and she knows how to eat a chocolate, looks for the intention behind the thorns, lets me kiss her unconditionally and she is never busy for me.

...

And I think I am over you now, or not?

Humanity!




When God created humans
He gave birth to eternity
He created humanity for our survival
Moulding us with love, care and affection
When I was a little girl
I found myself dispelling away from humanity.
For me the priority was myself
Assembling happiness I forgot the dispersing pain around
Later on I learned from my mother what love is
From my father what care really means
My friends taught me what is trust and amity
As I grew up I found myself in embrace of humanity
Beholding me together with the bond of emotions

Many great men sacrificed their lives for the sake of humanity
Mahatma Gandhi’s step of non violence made us free
Showing us the path of humanity with ethos
Mother Teresa’s unconditional love and care
Implemented the existence of humanity
Nelson Mandela engendered equality with equanimity
Evading away racism disparities
Humanity sustained nature’s beauty

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But what now..?
Questions are uprising into my mind,
Where has that humanity gone?
Why does one human have feeling of hatred for other?
Why there is so much anger?
I found myself depressed in this mean world
I started my search of Humanity
And when I stopped wandering
I looked within myself and found humanity
Tarnished with the bulk of anger, and selfishness

I re-ventilated the windows of humanity within my heart
And felt at peace
Do not search for the humanity
It’s within you…

You need to recognize and feel it
It has always been there!

About the Author

image Simran Kaur is a girl with predispose thoughts. Whatever amazes her, she pens her thoughts down in a reflection of poetry. For her friendship is the precious gift of the God. She doesn’t want anything from this life but the love that beholds the Humanity. To read and encourage her, visit Simran’s My Friendship

Quarter-life crisis.




It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are many things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like. You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now.

You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met, and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. What you don't recognize is that they are realizing that too, and aren't really cold, catty, mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you.

You look at your job... and it is not even close to what you thought you would be doing, or maybe you are looking for a job and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and that scares you.

Your opinions have gotten stronger. You see what others are doing and find yourself judging more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and are constantly adding things to your list of what is acceptable and what isn't. One minute, you are insecure and then the next, secure.

You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. You feel alone and scared and confused. Suddenly, change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life, but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away, and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward.

You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you. Or you lie in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough that you want to get to know better. Or maybe you love someone but love someone else too and cannot figure out why you're doing this because you know that you aren't a bad person. You want to settle down for good because now all of a sudden that becomes top priority. Getting wasted and acting like an idiot starts to look pathetic. You begin to think a companion for life is better than a hundred in the shack and for once you would not mind standing tall for that special someone which otherwise you had never thought of until now. You go through the same emotions and questions over and over, and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision. You worry about loans, money, the future and making a life for yourself... and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender!

What you may not realize is that every one reading this relates to it.We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out.

Quarter-life Crisis!
Author - Brenda Della Casa

Share it with your twenty-something friends, maybe it will help someone feel like they aren't alone in their state of confusion!

Every move that she makes holds my eyes and I fall for her every time.



Turning my wishes into reality, what they called just a fantasy;
That beautiful girl, who can make me like the one.

Together alone in that dark night, just stars to look for;
Perfect and so pure, it didn’t seem so real yet ‘twas.

Knowing her as I now know myself, thought that I disliked at first;
But the world changed, just because she smiled.

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Reaching out to each other on texts and calls, begins a new hope;
Those good mornings’ and the nights’ kisses, a new lease of life.

Confused and lost, yet feeling wonderful, about the endless talks;
A brighter smile, and those razors have are nowhere around anymore.

A feeling so blessed, when our lips touch, cheeks caress, eyes gaze, hearts float;
The air is light, gasping, reacting, both reaching deep.

Within each others’ soul, our dreams entwine and wishes come true;
A life that we now have, a love to love forever!

Stars and her this last Saturday midnight.

 


    Well past Saturday midnight and we could barely breathe. The moon and the night looked quite beautiful through the stained window, my hand around her waist and she looked dizzy. I heard the slowed down city traffic below and felt that fresh wintery breeze while you were breathing against my neck. We were content.

      It was a long night of dancing. I was exhausted and probably she was wearing comfortable shoes, so I decided on walking her back to her apartment. Ignoring the traffic lights, joking and teasing, becoming dizzy with ecstasy we kept walking till we stopped for a moment to gaze at the empty sky. Life looked perfect then. But she disagreed, and we debated. Though eventually I gave up, kissing her nose and cuddling her along. 

     It is Monday evening now and I guess she must be still thinking of me. Although it is foggy, the plants on the windowsill won't look so fresh; they are wilting and so are we. It is Monday and we are distanced. 

     Reminiscing of her silk smile and blue eyes, that strand of hair always hiding her expression. I think back to our Saturday night and wish that I was with her again, and I tuck her under the feather blankets wrapped in my arms. I would have stroked her curls and whispered in her ear to fall asleep and have sweet dreams, while I could keep staring at that angelic beauty.

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      My eyes flicker open, it is still as misty. She is still gone, probably back to her home far away from here. I know she must be missing me too. Patiently, I’d wait if someday she will walk through my door and we will be happy.

    And now I realize why you argued how life is not always good when you're not in it, and just stops abruptly.

    Obviously there are still no stars in the sky of this city.

Ten (10) Ways To Get Rid Of Rejection From The One You Love



It hurts to be rejected by the person you love. While you can't make someone love you, you can try and change the things you do that they don't like. This might not work; sometimes the person who rejects you is in love with someone else. There's not much you can do about that, short of magic potions and charms, which only work well in Harry Potter movies. Try these ideas to turn the person you love back to you.

1. Learn about what the person you love is interested in. If they're interested in baseball, make an effort to learn more about the game. You don't have to squash your own personality for someone else; you just want them to know you care about them and their interests.

2. Spice up your conversation.
If all you talk about is what an awful day you had at work or what the latest LED TV reviews said, you're probably a little boring. Keep up on current events and talk just enough to be interesting without throwing a lot of boring facts into the conversation. Just remember that discussing politics and religion can cause heated arguments, which might drive your love further out the door. Only talk about these subjects if you already know the other person's opinion-- and agree with it.

3. Don't nag. No one person owns anyone else. Each person is personally responsible for the way they dress, the time they leave for work in the morning and what they have for breakfast before they go. Bite your tongue when he or she leaves for work late; they have to suffer the consequences, not you.

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4. Ask what's wrong. Maybe you have irritating habits you haven't bothered to change, thinking they didn't make a difference. If you know what the problems are, you can decide whether you want to fix them.

5. Change what you can, but stay your own person. Someone who wants you to change completely doesn't really love you for yourself. As hard as it may be, it might be better to let them go.

6. Be a real person. So many people put on a different persona when they're in love with someone. But if you get them back, forever is a long time to pretend you're someone you're not.

7. Think of the other person first. If everyone in the world put the person they love before them, the world would be a much nicer place. Being selfish may be driving the person you love away. Don't be a doormat, though; someone who truly loves you doesn't expect you to be.

8. Plan special times together.
If you spend fun times together, the person you love may realize again what a wonderful person you really are.

9. Don't beg and grovel. Nothing turns some people off like someone who beg for love. Keep your dignity and act as if you deserve their love because of who you are, not because you whimper like a dog at their feet.

10. Don't let yourself go, physically or mentally, even if you're feeling sad or depressed. Get up, get dressed and look as good as you can all day. Don't look depressed and slovenly; look like someone that the person you love would want to spend time with.

Sometimes you can't win back the person you love. But you'll have your best chance if you look like the kind of person that anyone would fall in love with--interesting, fun, caring and considerate.

About the author:

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KathleenKathleen Hubert, from Los Angeles California, is a blogger/freelancer who writes on a variety of different sites. She will be posting here at ..in love with me and life frequently now. She writes on social issues, love and relationships, politics, etc. To read  more of her work, check http://www.ledtv.org/

What makes 'Kolaveri Di' by Dhanush a hit?



With more than 12,000 likes in five days of its release, the Kolaveri Di song has become one of the most searched videos on YouTube. This song from Dhanush and Shruti Haasan's forthcoming movie 3has become a craze, not only in Tamil Nadu but in entire nation.

Following the footsteps of Bollywood actors Aamir Khan, Shah Rukh Khan and Sanjay Dutt, Dhanush has lent his voice to this catchy number. Interestingly, he has also penned the lyrics of Kolaveri Di.


In an interview lately Dhanush revealed, "I had a lot of free time on the sets of 3. I just tried to put in some dummy words in the tunes and everyone liked it." 3 is an upcoming Tamil film directed by Dhanush's wife Aishwarya. Anirudh, the music director of the film is thrilled with the song's popularity. Anirudh is a newcomer and his experiment has really paid off.


Kolaveri Di lyrics are very easy to remember, this is one of the reasons for its immense success. The song starts with 'Yo boyz, I am singing song... Soup song... Flop song.' Through his voice, Dhanush has succeeded in establishing a connect with his fans.

Many people have even started putting up lyrics of this song as their status messages on social networking sites. So don't get confused if you see 'Eyes-u full-aa tear-u, empty life-u, Girl-u come-u, life reverse gear-u’ as someone's status on Facebook or Twitter.

As Dhanush says, it's a song fit for bathroom singers. Its simple beats make it more catchy. Dhanush's description of heartbreak through Kolaveri Di is extremely funny. Heartbreak is a phenomenon almost everyone can relate to, this has further fueled the popularity of Kolaveri Di.


A rough cut version of the song was released online a few days back. The video features Anirudh, Dhanush and Shruti in the recording studio. Minus the fake sets and made-up expressions even the video of Kolaveri Di is interesting.


Dhanush likes to stick to his boy next door image in his films. He has sung the song with same innocence.


Here are the Kolaveri Di lyrics; you will surely laugh your stomach out after reading it.


Yo boys I am singing song, soup song, flop song.
Why this Kolaveri Kolaveri Kolaveri Di,
Why This Kolaveri Kolaveri Kolaveri Di.
Rhythm Correct
Why This Kolaveri Kolaveri Kolaveri Di
Maintain This
Why this Kolaveri..Di
Distance la moon-u moon-u,
Moon-u color-u white-u white background,
Night-u Nigth-u Night-u color-u black-u.
Why this Kolaveri Kolaveri Kolaveri Di,
Why this Kolaveri Kolaveri Kolaveri Di.
White skin-u girl-u girl-u,
girl-u heart-u black-u.
Eyes-u eyes-u meet-u meet-u, my future dark.
Why this Kolaveri Kolaveri Kolaveri Di,
Why this Kolaveri Kolaveri Kolaveri Di.
Maama notes eduthuko, apdiye kaila snacks eduthuko
Pa pa paan pa pa paan pa pa paa pa pa paan,
Sariya vaasi, super maama ready
ready 1 2 3 4.
Whaa wat a change over maama,
Ok maama now tune change-u,
kaila glass only English…
Hand la glass, glass la scotch,
Eyes-u full-aa tear-u, empty life-u,
Girl-u come-u, life reverse gear-u,
Lovvu Lovvu, oh my lovvu.
You showed me bouv-u,
Cow-u cow-u holi cow-u,
I want u hear now-u,
God I m dying now-u,
She is happy how-u,
this song for soup boys-u, we don’t have choice-u.
Why This Kolaveri Kolaveri Kolaveri Di.
Flop song.

Kolaveri Di video:



Article source : CNN-IBN India.

Once upon a wish..



That blood-freezing cold burnt her skin so much, turning it red.

           - And I thought she is mesmerizingly beautiful!


Those chestnut-coloured-windswept hair kept getting in her eyes, and invoking her to curse.

            - And I thought she is the most graceful lady I’ve ever come across!

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That she stumbles and slips, skidding across the mud, bits of it on her face.

           - And I thought she is just delicately immature!

……

“..when one is in love, every little-silly thing the loved one does is perfect in every possible way”

Here’s To Love – A journal with five pages missing.



Day One ~ 18/09/2011

It’s been a long time since I've been in this place. When you stepped into my life you brought with joy and happiness, the sensation of what that feelings brought to my life. I'm just so glad I've met you.
But we so far apart in heart from each other. It’s only at night when I lay in my bed awake as I remember the love and joy you brought into my life.
It’s the best feeling you could have braced me with. Its something I wouldn't ever want to miss out on.
I feel like I'm truly blessed because you found me all alone in a world where people search in vain. But you found me and that's all I can thank the God above us knowing I was suffering from loneliness. You're the one my heart want to shower with love and adoration.

Day Two~ 19/09/2011

This morning I was coming down the stairs as I reached the bottom I saw the closet door near the end was slightly open, I don’t recall ever opening it, maybe I have I cant remember. As I slowly opened up the door inside it revealed a box that I haven’t been opening in months. Do you remember how much we would come in here, as we would hide gifts for the children? Honey I miss those days when you and the girls was my only hope. Ever since you’ve left nothing really matters.
Oh gosh I went of the topic now. I was inside the closet as I pull the box into the light. Right there on the second stair I sat as I open the box. As I open it, it held albums that we took on the vacations with the kids.
I took the one out with your smiling face, as I scan my fingertips over them. A lonely tear dropped fell as it sinks into the paper.


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Day Three ~ 20 September 2011

Babe I couldn’t ever imagine my life without you and the children. When I found you years ago, something in your eyes made me feel loved. I remember our song we use to dance to after the kids would go sleep.  It was “Here’s To Love by Roberta Fleck “ do you remember the love that was inside of you. Were what made me whole. For so many years being devastated by the people who came into my life and never stayed for long. Before you came along I was dead inside, couldn’t take another blow to my lonely heart. It’s only until you came, with those chocolate brown eyes, and that smile that made my knees go weak. I never understood when people say someone can make their knees weak. Now I do. Because that is what you’ve done to me.
I will always love you forever in heart.

Day Four ~ 21 September 2011

This morning I woke up an empty feeling swept over me. I turn to my right side and noticed it hasn't been slept on in almost a year now. I feel a sudden burst of tears flowing like it has never done in so long.
I never thought this is how I'll end up, alone in this world. Sometimes I'd go into your closet and grab one of your jerseys and wrap myself in it and smell your perfume that still rest in the wool.
Baby will it ever stop, the ache inside of me. It gets lonelier each day that comes, I can fill that hourglass and there wouldn't be enough time for me to not dwell off to another memory.
Another happy moment filled with laughter and giggling of small pitter-patter. They’re little feet, their little fingers. How we use to sing them a lullaby as they hold strong onto our fingers. That was my happy moment, my place I've entered whenever someone comes to visit and find me off into another place of time.
Tomorrow is almost here babe, the day I've tried to avoid, but its important, for you, for me and our children.

Day Five ~ 22 September 2011

It’s finally the day that I have been trying so hard to avoid. The day I never thought would come, I wish deep down inside I didn’t have to feel this way about someone. You came into my life and made me feel alive. You created this vision for us that I was more willing to be apart of. I’m sitting here right now as tears willing to fall but I’m keeping them back because what is the use of the tears falling knowing that you and I never stood a chance. I've fallen in love with you so fast, yes they weren’t my kids, but I did love them as my own.
Babe I know you aren’t here anymore, you gone living another life with someone else.
My heart is probably going to take some time to be healed, to replace you with another person. But I can’t do that it’s been an entire year that went passed. You never knew what you left behind when you packed up yours and the kids’ things. You left behind only memories, photos, but you took more than that. You took my heart with you.
Wherever you are right now, just know I’ll always have a place for you inside my heart of what is left of it.
That song, “Here’s To Love” you were that ray of light that was always a constant in my life.

Goodbye, my love!

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Legan_DavidAbout the Author : Chimnese is poet, blogger and an artist from Cape Town, South Africa. She blogs on genres like book-reviews, music-lyrics, movie-reviews, short stories and everything you can think of. Her blog is like her little online library, where she brings all the different worlds together. While she writes at a lot of places, you can read it all together at her blog - My Poetry & Writing.

Love - bittersweet; Spark - irrepressible!



Do you know what it's like to be in love?
           
Well, you asked the wrong person. I have no idea.

Was just thinking. I mean what exactly to expect out of love.
             Okay. So you mean you like someone now and you want to know if it's love?

I guess. Wonder if it's like some infatuation, just deeper or can you tell for sure?
             Yes! I think it's similar just more pure and deep; that feeling something special when you're with them.

How would you know? You’re a guy, and you don't get things like this, I’m sure. 
            Well, may be! I suppose there should be that ‘Spark’ which makes us sure?

Ohh! Do you believe in that ‘Spark’ too? I have it for someone for sure!
            To be honest, I’m feeling that ‘Spark’ right now but it could have been my stomach rumbling. I'd just eaten a family size pizza!

Shut up! I’m sure you know what it is, tell me who is the girl?
            An ordinary girl, but really beautiful, sensible yet dumb, funny yet clueless friend of mine. Who is the ‘Spark-creator’ for you?

This guy I’ve known for sometime now. good-looking, clever, witty and puts a smile on my face instantly when I see or talk to him.
              So you should let him know about it!

I would, but he is much like a pair of ear-rings to me, you know..
              What?! A pair of ear-rings? Yes, you are not making any sense to me..

I have them on the whole day and I adore them. Few may compliment me on them, and be nice, and I feel good. But, I take them off for the night, I have no ear-rings in, and my piercings are empty; they are no more in touch with an ear-ring all night. So this guy and I don't really know each other much beyond job-time.
             So you narrated this long-lame story about your ear-rings to say; “I only talk to him during the job”.. that was not confusing, at all!

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It may have confused you, but it had sense. You know i want to keep my ear-rings in at night too.
             Hmm.. keep them in, it should work, trust me. Impose contact; but not that scary-kind-of-creepy-contact, you know? Try!?

Okay.. once you reach back home after work in about 3 hours from now, text me. I want to keep my ear-rings in, so I'll speak to you job. I warn you, this idea better works, and since you’ve put this is my mind, you better won’t make 'That spark' go away, more since you're that ‘spark-creator’ !

Forgotten You!



Yes, His slashing swords
Convince his kind,
He has given her up.
Forgotten those
Debaucheries as they believed,
He had committed,
When Spring had,
Made the boughs grow,
Lustrous red Blossoms.

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He wields his swords
better now,
Kills more
With brilliant accuracy,
"That witch in someway,
Did something good at least"-
The winning shadows
Would like to mutter.

But when these voices,
Fall prey to pleasures of the night,
Commit themselves to
The worship of barrels,
The hero of the war,
Returns to his empty room,
Holding himself,
Wailing inside,
"Yes, I will forget you,
My dearest Madeleine,
But only on my building pyre".

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About the author:

Shreya_Chatterjee_KolkataShreya Chatterjee is a writer by profession and a poet at will, apart from  inventing newer ways of experimenting with creative expression. When not writing, she prefers traveling, reading books by fellow writers and reviewing the same and catching up with friends. Her debut book "Musings of a Wanderer" has been reviewed, appreciated and featured by qualified professionals. Get a glimpse of her writing on her blog at “A journey called…”. To read more post from her, click HERE

What happened at the Metallica Bangalore gig – Sad yet true!



The Metallica show was awesome. It gave a lot of people what they were waiting for. It even gave some folks new iPhones, MP3 players and laptops. A day later as I write this, the band’s gone, the crowd’s gone, our belongings are gone and all that remain are some horrifying memories of a night that should have been epic.

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Prologue:

Most of the tickets booked on the last few weeks never got delivered to their owners. Instead, they bounced back and each fan was forced to go the venue to collect their passes. The security was so intense at the ticket counter on the day before the event that it took me 3 long hours to get hold of my pass and the queue was all of fifty people long! We thought DNA’s certainly learnt its lesson from the Delhi debacle.

What happened before the concert:

  • Gates open at 4:30 P.M. letting in an ocean of 25000 fans.
  • Everyone is frisked at the main entrance, where fans are told that Backpacks are not allowed inside the venue. So, the folks travelling after the concert and others who’ve brought their backpacks to keep their belongings dry in the pouring rain, have no choice but to leave it at the ‘baggage counter’.
  • Just like the secret ingredient in Mr. Ping’s noodle soup, The ‘baggage counter’ is NOTHING! There is no baggage counter. The master plan that DNA had cooked up left us fans gaping! They are instructed to leave their bags in an open ground (completely filled with mud), stacked one over the other. Out in the rain. Nothing to keep our belongings safe from the rain OR the muck.
  • Left with no other option, fans decide to leave their belongings in the muck counter. Now comes the best part. DNA refuses to give tokens to the owners of the property, thereby escaping from additional responsibility and also destroying any chance of cataloging the items.
  • So, all in all, the counter organized for the Metallica fans was an open ground right outside the main entrance. There were no records, no tokens, no security and no protection from the rain.
  • And this was the infrastructure setup for fans paying 2750/- per ticket.

What happened after the concert:

  • Having left my backpack at the muck counter and being highly unsure about its safety, me and my friends got out early from the show. What we found at the muck counter was just an awe inspiring scene.
  • Bags were strewn around on the ground, trampled over by fans as well as locals.
  • What was happening was unclear, but after observing for a few minutes, we noticed some random men checking backpacks looking for heavy ones and waking away with them.
  • Worse, little kids were opening the backpacks in situ and pulling out headphones, goggles and iPods out of bags and walking away.
  • There was not a single cop stationed at the spot. One security guard was present, taking care of about one thousand bags and dealing with about the same number of exasperated people.

Now, the folks who went for the show and somehow managed to find their belongings probably already know this much. What happened next was something that only a few unfortunate folks had to experience.

What happened next:

  • Having unsuccessfully searched for our belongings for over 2 hours, about 100 fans realized that their stuff was just not there. We started looking at other possibilities.
  • A couple of the fans waiting suddenly saw a guy picking up two backpacks, looking around and walking away with them. They chased him, caught him and brought him to the crowd, introducing him as the solution to our problem.
  • Soon, angry fans spotted another guy doing the same, and caught him as well.
  • The two gentlemen were turned over to the cops, who started shouting and swearing to the crowd about how they should not have brought their backpacks to the venue.
  • The cops roughened up the suspects a bit and took them to the High Grounds police station, without a word to the stranded fans. No information was given about what was to happen to them, if a case would be registered or if our testimonies would be required.
  • In the meantime, another fan spots a guy sneaking into an adjacent wedding hall with a backpack. A few people follow him into the hall and find a stash of 15 empty backpacks, all meticulously cleared of their contents.
  • This is reported to the cops, who rush to the venue and instruct the hall personnel to lock down the hall from inside. Those of us who could understand Kannada made out the words “Your work’s done, now close the *ing door”, said by a cop to who seemed like the supervisor of the hall.
  • Confused fans who now see some hope, start milling up in front of the wedding hall. The next part is the one that made our night.
  • COPS WHIP OUT LATHI’s AND START BEATING UP THE CROWD. DOZENS OF PEOPLE INCLUDING GIRLS, ARE BEATEN UP AND CHASED OUT OF THE AREA.  CHAOS FOLLOWS.
  • Fans run from the venue and those who tried to talk calmly to the higher ranking cops were beaten up more.
  • Adding insult to injury, the two suspects who were earlier taken to the police station were brought back and released right in front of the crowd. Unscathed and free to go, they go INTO the wedding hall and lock it again.
  • We then went to the high Grounds police station, were we were informed that a complaint could not be lodged as it was ‘late at night’. The cops stated the reason that their superior was not present, and without him, a case could not be registered.

So there we were, lost in the middle of the night, a few tens of thousands rupees worth of belongings cheaper, having none to go to. DNA denied any responsibility. So did the cops. And to emphasize that point, they beat us up with lathis. Who’s going to return Anuj his laptop, external hard disk and 4 months’ worth of research notes? Who will return the couple from Malaysia their flight tickets, passports and money? What will happen to the iPods and iPhones that went missing? And what of the dozens of passports and ID cards? Frankly, we don’t know.

DNA will have to pay. So will the cops.

We will pursue the case with all we have. But well, we don’t know. Spread the word. This could have been you.

Credits :
Original Author -
Jonva Madding (Nikhil John)
Original article - Sad but true - What happened at the Metallica Bangalore gig!

An Epic Love Tale



The depth of my soul cries out

To the one who's imprints

Has laid on its soul,

My heart sings out to you,

As much as I love you,

My heart wants to hold onto you for decades and centuries

Yet I know that in another life

Our love will once again blossom

From the depths of our souls

We will journey through cosmic stars

As Venus match with Venus

On a cold chilly evening

Our tears will fall under the same moon

As each one of us will pray

To up above asking our saviour

To keep watch over the other.

Here's my heart my soul

That will wander searching

For the other half of my heart,

The way I've always loved you

The way you've always charmed me.

A_Beautiful_love_tale

Your beautiful smile,

Those dark brown eyes of yours

That smile I use to put on your lips,

I'm no Shakespeare, no Keats,

But this I know as a poet

I've come to serenade you with words

As you've always been my number

One true fan.

Oh how I've loved your praise,

Having you be apart of my life

Was heaven, yet here on earth?

The ocean has separated us.

There's not a person in this

World that can tell me what we had

Wasn't epic, we came through

The worst and each time we got

It right, someone cannot describe

To me ever what the perfect love

Feels like.

You were my epic tale,

A love filled with tragedy, beauty

A lover’s fa tale,

Two women from two opposites

Of the world,

But no one, love no one,

Will ever love like you've loved me.

I found healing in your love,

I've found compassion, encouragement,

I've found abundance in the faith

You've shared with me,

Your love was what carried me through.

The depths of your heart will always

Be combined with mine.

You're the inspiration where my

Words use to flow.

Tears will fall tonight as they stream

Endlessly because of what I've lost.

In your own words

"Creo que eres hermosa.
Y probablemente no deberĂ­a decir esta Ășltima parte,
Pero me gustas tu"

"I think you're beautiful.

And I probably shouldn't say this last part, but I like you."

“Mi alma es tuya te la entrego
Soy completo para ti”

My heart is yours, I give it to you

I am complete for you.

Copyright C Davids @ 28/10/2011

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Legan_DavidAbout the Author : Chimnese is poet, blogger and an artist from Cape Town, South Africa. She blogs on genres like book-reviews, music-lyrics, movie-reviews, short stories and everything you can think of. Her blog is like her little online library, where she brings all the different worlds together. While she writes at a lot of places, you can read it all together at her blog - My Poetry & Writing.

This could be you – Mumbai put to shame!

For those with our typical ADHD attention spans, here’s what happened. On 23rd October 2011, group of cricket fans came together to enjoy a match on a big screen, have dinner at Amboli Kitchen and Bar, eat pan and have fun. What followed didn’t quite work out that way.

Dinner done, as they were at the paan shop, a drunk man stumbled against one of the girls. Thinking that this is your average garden variety drunk, one of the men in the group, Avinash Solanki, slapped him. Got into a verbal spat, another friend, Reuben Fernandes, hit him too. However, this was no garden variety drunk lecher (which are kind of common on streets). This man had two murder cases pending against him, and he was a barber and roaming around scot free.

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He was accompanied by a few other men. Angry and wanting revenge, he swore he’d be back, and the group dismissed him. Shaken over what happened, but not expecting trouble, they continued to stand there. Meanwhile, said man returned with a group of people in three rickshaws – thirteen, many said – and his original companions. They were armed with swords and knives. Keenan and Reuben tried to reason with them while the others got the girls out of the way to safety. Keenan Santos was stabbed viciously, and his intestines spilled out. As Bejnamin tried to get the girls into the restaurant, some of the thugs followed them. Reuben Fernandes got in their way and was viciously stabbed too. As onlookers watched in shock, Avinash Solakni hurled a nearby ladder at them and pulled Keenan and Reuben into the restaurant. The thugs did not follow them into the restaurant, and left.

Still without assistance, Avinash and Benjamin struggled to get Keenan and Reuben to the hospital on time. Many excuses were heard in the media, but the bottom line is, onlookers DID NOT HELP. Keenan’s girlfriend informed his parents, who arrived just in time to watch him die 20 minutes after being admitted. A week later, Reuben is still fighting for life. One life lost, one life hanging on by a thread. Because a crazy drunk didn’t see anything wrong in molesting a woman or to attack her friends for defending her. The first thought that came to my mind was if I would ever want my friends to come to my rescue if it would mean them paying with their lives. Then I wondered, what kind of a world would it be, if we can’t count on each other to help…

The Arrests of Rana & Co

In other news, the police investigated, etc and arrested four people – Rana, and the three others who were with him. Despite witness statements and CCTV footage, it seems the thirteen odd goons who landed up with swords and knives did not exist. Rana & Co were cocksure on arrest and confident that they would be out within months and said so openly.

The murder weapon was found at Rana’s home in Valmiki Nagar in the presence of two witnesses whose statements are on record, the friends witnessed Rana stabbing him, Rana’s own companions say Rana stabbed Keenan. Rana says he didn’t do it. He says it was someone else.

And of course, everyone has forgotten about the thirteen odd rent-a-goons complete with professional equipment that landed up within 10 minutes of Rana’s threat of returning. Who were they? Why did they never come into the picture with the cops in spite of the presence of video footage?

Politicians getting involved

In still other news, politicians were quick to step into the limelight. They visited Keenan’s and Reuben’s families, made appropriate noises, and then – pay attention – visited Valmiki Nagar to assure that the killers families that they would get justice. Ashok Bhau Jadhav Congress MLA from Andheri W sponsoring the killers lawyers.

One would think that with the assailants being migrants, MNS would at least condemn them, but apparently not. An article in DNA quotes Jassi Singh, a local from Valimiki Nagar “So far, political activists and leaders from Congress, Shiv Sena and MNS have visited our area”.

Reuben Fernandes

Reuben, in the meanwhile has been struggling to recover. He is still in the ICCU and has undergone surgery to repair damage and minimize internal bleeding. Sedated, high on pain killers, he drifts in and out of consciousness, barely getting a grip on all the chaos that has unfolded. He did not know about Keenan’s death until last night. Here is what happened.

Last night, policemen forced their way into – pay attention – the ICCU to interrogate Reuben. Drifting in and out of consciousness, still in critical condition, weak… he overheard something of Keenan’s death from them. He was agitated all night and concerned about Keenan and his internal bleeding resumed, and as I write this post, he has been taken to emergency surgery again in a bid to save his life.

A call has gone out requesting for blood type O+ for him tomorrow.

An important question to ask here is what did the cops hope to hear from him that they forced their way into an ICCU? Did they have a warrant? What authority did they have to do this at all?

Update:

Reuben passes away

Reuben passed away on the 31st October after battling for life for a week.

Questions remain

Why are politicians so concerned about these killers? The answer is in upcoming elections. Valmiki Nagar is a vote bank. The goons rule it. The assumption is that favors done to them will reap political profit. And it can’t even actually be any favor to the people of the area, because with these goons having such violent power, they can’t be safe either. Who stands to profit then?

Why did the cops not arrest the other goons who arrived later for the sole purpose of attack? It can’t be that impossible to find them – they came in rickshaws!

Why was a man with two murder cases against him not only roaming free and killing one more man (possibly two) but also confident that he would be out free in a few months? Why was an MP rushing to provide him with a lawyer within a day?

Why did no one among the bystanders come to the aid of the victims? Can understand shock and fear during the fight, but why not help get them to hospital?

What options do we have, as citizens to create reasonable safety for us?

Most importantly, what do you do if you get molested, or see someone getting molested by a random person on the street?

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Article source : Keenan Santos could be you!
Author : Vidya

We hold each other 'til we see the sun light..



Your hand in mine 
Love defined.

Your face near mine 
And the kiss pristine.

Together
We shall always be.

Your soul with mine 
Fire ignites just in time.

Your palm pressing mine,
Scintillating and divine.

hand-in-hand-love

Together
We shall always be.

I desired, wished and loved you 
The day you first met me.

Together
We be.

A flowerpot of happiness–Happy Diwali !



Happy Diwali to all,
As autumn turns to fall,
As seasons come to chill,
Wish you all the warmth still.

Friends and families combine,
Hope you have a time sublime,

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And the best of all you have,
May get better all the time.

Sounds of laughter,
Lighting crackers of fun,
And best of all,
No work to be done!

Angel touched !



With a finger

He quietened the painful dreams

With a touch he erased the nightmares.

When the roaring heartbeat

Deafened her pleas

He closed her ears

With his own hands

Mute, he could say nothing!

LOVE_AT_FIRST_SIGHT

Bathed in her very pain.

He held her close

And closer still

Pleading selflessly

For her respite.

About the author:

Shreya
Shreya Chatterjee is a writer by profession and a poet at will, apart from inventing newer ways of experimenting with creative expression. When not writing, she prefers traveling, reading books by fellow writers and reviewing the same and catching up with friends. Her debut book "Musings of a Wanderer" has been reviewed, appreciated and featured by qualified professionals. Get a glimpse of her writing on her blog at “A journey called…. To read more post from her, click HERE

Hazaaron khwahishein aisi - Jagjit Singh

 
Jagjit Singh (born February 8, 1941) was an Indian Ghazal singer, composer, music director, activist and entrepreneur. Popularly known as "The Ghazal King" he gained acclaim together with his wife, another renowned Indian Ghazal singer Chitra Singh, in the 1970s and 1980s, as the first ever successful duo act (husband-wife) in the history of recorded Indian music. Together, they are considered to be the pioneers of modern Ghazal singing and regarded as most successful recording artistes outside the realm of Indian film music. He has sung in Punjabi, Urdu, Hindi, Bengali, Gujarati, Sindhi and Nepali languages. He was awarded India's third highest civilian honour, the Padma Bhushan, in 2003.

On 10 October 2011 (8.10 am) at the age of 70 in Mumbai at Lilavati hospital after a prolonged illness, after he suffered a brain haemorrhage.

Javed Akhtar, the legendary writer rightly said “India has lost her voice!
I am wordless. Just posting some of my favourites, from this legend and wishing that his soul rests in peace.
 
Jaan Baaki Baaki Hai Magar Saas Ruki Ho Jaise..
 
Wo kaagaz ki kashti, wo baarish ka paani..
 
Hosh waalon ko khabar kya ..
 
Badi naazuk hai yeh manzil..
 
Chitthi na koi sandesh, jaane wo kaunse desh..
 
Tum itna jo muskura rahe ho…
 
Hazaaron khwaishein aesi ki har khwaish..
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